March 6th, Saturday.
The 'Moromon Sect' Congregation Hall.
A humble carriage was quietly parked at the side of the road.
The carriage curtain was lifted up and a pair of clear emerald eyes curiously observed the building in front of her.
"Mrs. Stass…" Inside the carriage, Metana was gently fanning herself. The current weather was not hot, but it was a fashion trend for ladies from the upper class to carry a hand fan as an accessory.
At that moment, Metana covered half of her face below her nose with the fan and asked in a low voice, "Is this the place?"
"Yes, my dearest Metana…'Moromon' is a magical gathering. I promise, you will feel it's worth it."
Mrs. Stass had generously put on the gown used by members of the congregation in front of Metana, along with a silver mask.
"It just feels…. rather… thrilling!"
Metana giggled, her eyes filled with a childlike desire for adventure and expectancy.
'Just like that… it's really like that…'